Trouble, Just Like My Mother

Einarr though that by trying to stand up to this wolf he would turn, leave, just... go away. But he didn't. He threatened his mom, the boy's ears pinned back, fear welling up in him. Though he was one who put on a brave face he was still just a child. He couldn't actually fight and he knew it. The man's words were hurtful too. He mentioned words the boy didn't understand, but he got the gist of it. Freyr really wasn't his dad, and the man who was his father was apparently one that the man before him wanted dead. The pup would take a step back, breath caught in his throat from the insults. He didn't think that the other man would actually... hurt them... but...

Everything seemed to spiral quickly out of control. 

Freyr was yelling at the wolf with the skull, trying to get them to leave. His father bent to pick him up by Einarr backed away, his gaze fixed on the larger male. Uncertainty mingled for just a moment before the fight began. The large black male was lunging at Freyr and he couldn't find himself the will to move. He stood frozen, until something forcefully pulled him away. Not far, but far enough to be away from the two bodies.

There was pain as he was grabbed, his mother's fangs piercing the soft skin of his neck as she got him to safety. He barely even noticed Zisa arrive, his heart pounding some as he looked to his mother. She gave a lick to his hurt before turning her attention on the fight males, the boy pressed to her leg. She was furious... more-so then he ever saw her. She bore a look... he respected... something he wanted to be.